They have their alliances to maintain. Had to put on a show of force to avoid looking powerless. I don't blame them.
[No she totally does blame them and hates them lots, but she also thinks she understands why they sought vengeance for something that didn't involve them. All part of that strange social order they maintain, with rules of conduct and etiquette. It's awful. How can someone willingly live like that?
She sets her empty cup down as well and takes his hand. Envisions an area she's familiar with as far from here as she can safely accomplish, and in an instant they're at the edge of the city, away from the feast. It's open here, which has its downsides, but at least she can't see anyone lurking about trying to listen in. The cold and the darkness should keep most people indoors anyway, if they're not still enjoying the food. She releases his hand and walks through the strange invisible boundary between the city and the desert.]
Understand that I'm only showing you some of what I can do as a gesture of goodwill. Some with the power to heal do everything in their power to save everyone they can. You are not one of them, if you've killed as many as you say you have. But for all the hatred people have for me, it's probably worth knowing that I haven't killed everyone here, and I don't intend to, even though I could.
[Could she, really? Maybe. If she struck fast enough, now knowing there are people hiding among these humans who do have power that at least approaches hers. But if her little test demonstrated anything, it's that her usual connection to the Abyss is weak here, and the so-called gods do have some bite to them. She just had to push hard enough to find that out for herself.
Somewhere out in the deserts here, there are monsters she can demonstrate with. There's a cave entrance not far off, a jagged crack in the landscape where a pack of doglike beasts were keeping a den last time she was out exploring. She summons her rapier to her hand and as it materializes, she points it at the cave entrance. With a wave of her wrist, an image appears there, that of a small human child standing still, peering into the cave.]
Hello? [She calls out as if mimicking the lost creature, using its image as a lure, then turns to motion to Law, whispering now.] Back up. Over there somewhere.
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[No she totally does blame them and hates them lots, but she also thinks she understands why they sought vengeance for something that didn't involve them. All part of that strange social order they maintain, with rules of conduct and etiquette. It's awful. How can someone willingly live like that?
She sets her empty cup down as well and takes his hand. Envisions an area she's familiar with as far from here as she can safely accomplish, and in an instant they're at the edge of the city, away from the feast. It's open here, which has its downsides, but at least she can't see anyone lurking about trying to listen in. The cold and the darkness should keep most people indoors anyway, if they're not still enjoying the food. She releases his hand and walks through the strange invisible boundary between the city and the desert.]
Understand that I'm only showing you some of what I can do as a gesture of goodwill. Some with the power to heal do everything in their power to save everyone they can. You are not one of them, if you've killed as many as you say you have. But for all the hatred people have for me, it's probably worth knowing that I haven't killed everyone here, and I don't intend to, even though I could.
[Could she, really? Maybe. If she struck fast enough, now knowing there are people hiding among these humans who do have power that at least approaches hers. But if her little test demonstrated anything, it's that her usual connection to the Abyss is weak here, and the so-called gods do have some bite to them. She just had to push hard enough to find that out for herself.
Somewhere out in the deserts here, there are monsters she can demonstrate with. There's a cave entrance not far off, a jagged crack in the landscape where a pack of doglike beasts were keeping a den last time she was out exploring. She summons her rapier to her hand and as it materializes, she points it at the cave entrance. With a wave of her wrist, an image appears there, that of a small human child standing still, peering into the cave.]
Hello? [She calls out as if mimicking the lost creature, using its image as a lure, then turns to motion to Law, whispering now.] Back up. Over there somewhere.